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Long Harry imagine

Harry was my only friend, and I know that sounds unbelievably sad but it's true. I had never been good at making friends, but Harry was something different. I met him on the first day of high school and ever since then we just spent ever minute of every day together. We were like one person, it wasn't like it was two of us. Me and Harry were closer than anyone but then it happened. It just happened out of the blue, no signs. Harry wasn't in school one morning because he had, had a cold for the last few weeks and it still wasn't getting better. I was quite worried about him, every night I'd get awaken by Harry coughing and crying out in pain. We practially lived together, I had my own bed in his room and he had one in mine and every night we'd take it in turns at staying over at each others houses. It sounds stupid I know, but we were such good friends. We couldn't stay away from each other. Harry didn't come into school for the rest of the day, so when the school day finally ended I walked round to his house and knocked on the door but there was no answer. I was so upset, where was Harry? And why hadn't he told me where he was?       I walked with my head down back to my house and walked in. My mum was standing in the kitchen and she was smiling sympathetically at me. I furrowed my eyebrows at her.   "What? What's wrong?" I asked. She shook her head at me.   "Nothing, have a good day at school?" she said. I flung my school bag off my shoulder and onto the living room floor and started walking over to the story.        "No, it was awful! Harry wasn't there all day, do you know where he was?" I asked looking up at her as he stroked my hair. She never usually did this, was there something wrong? She shook her head at me again.       "Perhaps you should give him a ring?" she said as she turned and walked into the kitchen.   "O-okay!" I shouted after her. I picked up my bag off the floor and fished into it for my mobile. I flipped it open and scrolled down my contacts for Harry's number. I hit dial and then held the phone up to my ear. It seemed to ring for ages, and then someone finally answered.   "Hello?" It was Harry's mum.       "Hiya Anne, it's me, is Harry alright? I've been worried about him all day," I asked. There was some sobs on the other end of the phone. "Anne? What's happened?"  "I, erm, I think I should let Harry talk to you," she whispered as her voice broke. There was a lot of shuffling around on the other end of the phone.   "Hi," came a small voice on the other end of the phone.  "Harry what's happened? Please tell me, I've been so worried all day,"  I said as my heart suddenly started pounding like mad.       "It wasn't just a cold, it was cancer, I've got cancer," he whispered as he broke down in tears. The words jumped around my head. Cancer? My best friend had cancer. A tear rolled down my cheek as I heard Harry's sobs on the other end of the phone.   "Harry, Harry I'm so sorry," was all I could manage to whisper. Suddenly the sobs stopped.   "It's not your fault, none of it was fault, it was mine," he wept.  "Harry how is it your fault?" I whispered.        "Well it's no-one else's fault is it? So it must be mine," he told me.   "Harry that is the stupidest thing you've ever said, and you've said a lot of stupid things, how could it possibly be your fault? You've done nothing wrong, sometimes life is just cruel, you'll be fine though, I know you will," I told him trying to reassure him, but it didn't seem to be working. He was still crying his heart out. "Harry everything's gonna be okay, trust me, you're gonna be fine."  "Yeah but you don't know that! Stop giving me false hope!" he screamed at me.   "I'm not Harry, I'm telling you the truth, you're gonna be just fine, I'll be here with you every step of the way, you know I will," I carried on whispering.           "You promise? You promise you won't leave me?" he said through his cries.  "Of course I do, I would never leave you Harry," I sobbed as the tears poured down my face. The next few months were tough not having Harry by my side. The bed at the other side of my room seemed so empty. Knowing that he was lying there nearly lifeless in a hospital bed was killing me inside. And it was killing me on the outside too. I had cut a few times, and I wasn't ashamed of it. Things were so bad right now I felt like I had no other option. Harry hadn't been to school in weeks and everyone was wondering where he was. I had no other choice but to tell them, and when I did they were all really supportive.   I went to visit Harry every single day, and everyday he looked more and more depressed. His big operation was coming up soon and the tension between you two has getting bigger. A few hours before his op and I was sitting in the chair next to him. We was sat in a comfortable silence, we was both two afraid to talk. We were both 15 for god's sake, we had no idea what was going on. I was staring at him as his chest went up and down and face was so angelic. How could this have happened to him? Of all the people that it could've happened to, it had to happen to Harry. He slowly turned his head around to face me and gave me a false smile. He took a deep sigh.  "Harry, you're gonna be just fine, you've got nothing to worry about," I told him, which is what I'd been telling him for the last 5 weeks. He looked at me with sodden eyes and a tear escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek. I got up from my chair and stepped to his bed. I ran my thumb as gently as I could along his cheek bone to wipe away his tears. He looked up at me and smiled as a nurse walked into the room.      "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" the nurse asked. I shook my head and took a step back from Harry. "Well Harry, it's time," she breathed and I could tell she was as scared as we were. Harry glanced over to me with a worried look that sent a shiver down my spine. He looked back to the nurse and his whole face dropped.  "Okay," he whispered. Nurses and doctors kept on rushing in and out and after a few hours he was just about ready to be wheeled into the surgery. They left us alone to talk for a while, but we couldn't think of anything to say. So we sat there and looked at each other.       "I'm gonna miss you," he whispered. I shook my head at him.   "Harry I'm not going anywhere," I told him moving closer to him and taking his hand. "I'll always be with you Harry, no matter what happens." I put my arms lightly round his neck hugged him. "I'll be here, waiting for you when you wake up, I'm never gonna leave you Harry." His hands moved onto my back and suddenly the door opened.   "Harry? Are you ready?" the doctor said. You looked at Harry as he looked back at you.   "As ready as I'll ever be," he said. The doctor went behind Harry's bed and wheeled him out of the room. The operation took almost a day, the nurses told me that there was no point in staying, he wouldn't know if I was here. But I'd know, and when Harry woke up I wanted to tell him that I had stayed. I sat in the waiting room for hours, watching the hand tick round and round on the clock at the other side of the room. Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket so I reached into my pocket and pulled it out. It was Alise, my only other friend at high school. She had been my rock through this whole incident. I opened up the text she had sent me.